From the old comes the new


The old branch lay in the grove of oaks.

As it lay there, slowly decaying back into the soil,

new life took hold.

Fragile at first, delicate, blown over at the first breath of wind.

Yet it exists, new life sustained by the rotting wood of the old.

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